"Sorry" he replied, wishing he could have given her better news, but knowing it was better to be honest than make up some half-truth. "Surely if you then had to call a plumber out because of it getting worse, it would end up being more expensive, than if you had done so originally?"

Shaking her head, Keyleth looks over at the other and clears her throat. “No, it’s okay, it’ll be fine, I can fix this and there’ll be no need for a plumber, just give me a minute.”

"I don't think that's how that works" she joked, though not really minding it either. "Oh I am all too aware of that" hard not to be, when she thought of her own husband and how gentle he had always been. She was pretty sure Cleocatra liked him more than her. "Why don't we just avoid all supernatural things?"

“I could’ve sworn that’s how it did.” She jokes with another small giggle as she playfully nudges her friend with her shoulder. “I love that idea, there are plenty of other people out there who can enjoy those supernatural shows and give them the views they need, but they can count us out.” Ariel nods.

The glare hadn't left her gaze since she slammed her front door shut. Nesta knew the moment when that damn light bulb flickered she would be heading into town. Such a dreaded task when the seclusion of her cabin on the outskirts were far lovelier. Birds chirping didn't cause headaches nor heartache. With a grumble under her breath, she passed onto the main street like a storm cloud. Earbuds embedded into her head as if to stave off unwanted conversations but she came to a sudden stop. "Excuse me." Her annoyance evident as she ripped one of the earbuds out of her ear, "you're blocking the door."

Feyre hadn't been facing the door when she heard her sister's voice, no, she'd been slightly kneeling down, looking at something she knew Nyx would enjoy playing with, even if it meant that he'd probably just toss it on the floor continuously, but it was worth it. When Feyre turned around with the toy in her hand, she got up and let her shoulders relax. "Nesta, when...how long have you been here?"

"Why?" Nesta blurted out as she eyed the woman from head to toe. Overanalyzing and a bit critical but she wasn't ashamed for how blatant she was being. This wasn't their first meeting, of course she remembered. "To be perfectly clear with you, I don't need saving. I don't know why the hell you think I do." But even those words felt like ash in her mouth. Only moments ago she was chiding the other, but damn it hurt when her own words left her mouth. It only added further frustration because why did she suddenly care? "Do you think a bear will come hunt me down or something?"

"Because you're my sister, Nesta." Feyre bluntly states, frowning as she notices the eying. "I'm not saying that you need saving, I'm just saying that I'm willing to protect you, cauldron forbid-" She takes a deep breath to stop herself from finishing that sentence. "No, I don't think a bear is going to come hunt you down, and even if one did, I know for a fact that you would rip it into shreds with your bare hands."

"There you go again," Nesta teased, which just so happened to be one of her favorite pastimes, "getting sentimental on me." She wouldn't dare deny how much Melinda meant to her and god knows she was one of the few. Her hand found a paper towel and tore it, "Here, it's not a tissue but it should work." Another jest as she held out for the other to take. After a moment passed, Nesta shifted from one foot to the other, "That means a lot to me, though. More than I'd ever like to admit."

"And what is that supposed to mean??" She sticks her tongue out at Nesta and laughs, taking the paper towel and rolling it into a ball before throwing it back at her. "Excuse you, my tears are saved for my...whatever he is because if I said boyfriend, he'd deny it." She snickers and rolls her eyes before tilting her head to the side. "It's the truth, I'm always gonna be here for you, Nes."

"Oh, a little spontaneous date would be lovely." Skye gave Hope a soft smile before quickly shaking her head. "We don't need to do anything for my birthday really, it's nothing to celebrate. How you are very much matters! Is something going on? And really, it's just a day. Whatever you had in mind would be perfect, nothing amazing needed, okay? I'll just need a few minutes to get freshened up."

"It would be, but again, are you okay, my love?" She asks, furrowing her eyebrows at Skye's next words. "Why wouldn't we celebrate your birthday? Wait, wait, wait, Skye." She frowns and reaches over to gently rest her hands on Skye's shoulders, looking down at her. "Why don't you like this day?"

"How is that fitting? Sounds terrifying to go spill all your secrets to a cricket" and he'd have to rewatch the film, though from memory he had never liked it. Something about Pleasure Island. "That would be illegal" and something he had done before now but those were details he could keep hidden.

Hope laughs and rolls her eyes playfully. “Because he’s Pinocchio’s conscience, he’s trying to get him to do the right thing, but it of course, doesn’t work out that way. So yeah, it’s fitting that Archie becomes a therapist when he’s human again, he wasn’t born a cricket.” She explains and furrows her eyebrows again. “Gee, if you feel that way about that, then you won’t be a fan of how you and my mom originally met.”

Rhys hummed as she ran her fingers through his hair, letting out a sigh as he relaxed into her and their couch. "You're welcome, though I expect I should be the one thanking you. That feels quite nice darling."

Still lazily running her fingers through his hair, she leans down to peck his lips, smiling softly. "Okay, only because you're way too cute in this state for me to stop here, and I do enjoy getting to be the one to pamper you, especially when you deserve it, my love."